King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

She didn't like this.

Wren felt her insides squirm, but she kept herself back. Nobody had rushed to attack Elijah. Save for one woman, they kept themselves on guard. Her eyes flashed to the one who had snarled, as if expecting her to jump at the white man. The guard posed on Elijah's body would take one wolf - maybe two - but the whole pack?

Repent and rejoice said Celnes again.

Fuck this she snarls inwardly. Why? Why were they so worked up about the color of Elijah's fur? Why did it matter what some stupid religion said? The more this went on, the more she wanted to barrel into her friend and drag him away with her. They could go somewhere else. They...? What was she saying? Wren wasn't... she didn't... She just met him.

And he didn't seem to have a bad bone in his body. Why was he expected to repent for something he never even did? Why did he have to rejoice for discarding who he was? This is a cult she thinks, eyeballing all the brown wolves. you done fucked up, Wren.